Story Twelve (A).              A LIFE IN THE CLOSET  by  AARON THE AUSSIE.

 

If you are under 18 you should NOT be here, so DO NOT read on.  Just EXIT NOW.

 

"A Life in the Closet" is total fiction, but it is very largely based on my life experiences, so quite a lot of it is an attempt at recording in a slightly changed way, some of the significant events in my life.  And of course, names etc. have been changed.

 

Each Story that I have written, ( and I have used that word rather than the word Chapter ) can be read quite independently of all the others, because each is a complete, stand-alone story.   Some are longer than others and some have less or even minimal, if any sex.  But, the basic Boy Lover theme is there in each story.  Just occasionally, a character will be in more than one story – In this case its Martin again. 

 

However, they are all written from my point of view and I have tried to keep them basically in an order of chronology.  So, they can be read in number order giving, an overview and flow to a significant number of the things that have happened to me over the years.

 

My ongoing casual contact with most boys once they moved on from Scouts was normal and generally positive, especially as regards those who remained in Venturers and also since in many cases, I maintained a very good and friendly personal relationship with the families of a lot of boys.  Some boys maintained a much closer continuing personal friendship with me for a period, or even occasionally more permanently. Stories 12(A) and 12(B)  each provides an example of a somewhat odd relationship experience I had, beyond the Scout Troop.

     

I have tried to make each story interesting and as sexy as possible, whilst keeping them all as REAL as I could, particularly as regards things like; the language used, the ages of those involved, the time period relevant to that particular story and the prevailing attitudes of the community at the time.  

 

All of my Stories are completed and I don't plan to make any changes to them, but I would still be very interested in your feedback. I'm sure most Nifty Authors really like to feel appreciated for their efforts and we all love positive feedback. So, please email me at: aarontheaussie@bigpond.com

 

Just a reminder too, that Nifty needs our financial support.  Please help with what you can, if you can.  Every bit helps, no matter how small.

 

So... Here goes I hope you find this story OK.         

 

Aaron.

 

 

 

POST SCOUT TROOP RELATIONSHIP EXPERIENCES.

 

At about 36 I had been a Scout Leader for a long time but I still took my responsibilities in that regard extremely seriously. My problem was that I had to, because although none of the boys ever knew it, secretly I was a Boy Lover and there were few boys in my Troop at any time that I didn't really like a lot. There had always been just a few boys, in a rare `virtual love' category. I didn't just adore, I considered absolutely super special.

 

I'm sure that all of those super special kids held me in high esteem and that they had a great deal of respect for me, but like all the rest, they knew nothing of my real feelings. That was what being in the closet was all about and it was my cross to bear.  I was never going to jeopardise everything by ever failing to keep my feelings fully in check if I could help it, no matter how intense they were or how difficult that was.

 

My Scout Leader name was `Dusty' which is what I insisted on being called by all of the boys. This is a follow up story about Martin and it is set in about 1987. ( see Story 11c. / The Introductory Story )

 

PART A.   MARTIN.

 

"Dusty, its 2.30 and I've got to get going" said Bob, the Dad who had been rostered to help me out with Badge work that morning at the Scout Hall.

 

It had been busy and `morning' was long gone. Bob had finally finished with the boys he had been involved with and they had gone, but I was still working with 2 boys.  I was always very careful to avoid ever being left entirely alone with a boy, but there were 2 of them and I didn't feel I could justify delaying Bob any longer, so I expressed my thanks and he went off.

 

Jamal and Geoff, 2 very close friends who were very cute and sexy as far as I was concerned, were working on physical exercises, a part of the Athletes Badge requirements. Bob had only just gone when Geoff asked, since it was so late, if he could go up to the shops to get something for lunch, suggesting that he could also get something for Jamal and me.

 

I was about to suggest that they both go together when the Hall door opened and who should walk in but one of my ex Scouts Martin, a person who had left the Troop at 15 perhaps 18 months ago, without progressing to Venturers and who I hadn't seen at all since. 

 

Martin had been one of those absolutely super special kids. Not only in my view, a gorgeous Adonis in the looks department, but someone who had eventually become a superb Patrol Leader. I was very disappointed when he chose not to progress to Venturers.

 

"Saw the bikes out front" he said, "and since I've got time on my hands this afternoon, just thought I'd drop in for old times' sake."

 

After some discussion, Martin agreed to go up and get some lunch for all 4 of us. Meanwhile, I would try to have the 2 boys complete their exercises.

 

Each had 2 remaining exercises to complete successfully, namely flexed arm chin-ups and sit-ups. 

 

Our horizontal bar was quite high and I found myself lifting them up, then standing by it counting whilst first Jamal and then Geoff each made several attempts at doing them properly, before successfully achieving the number of non-stop chin ups required.  Doing this was quite a turn on for me as both these sexy boys wore only T's and small but loose footy shorts. As I looked up watching them flex up and down, my view up the virtually non- existent leg of their shorts, of what seemed to be happening with the lovely little packages in their undies, really excited my imagination.

 

When it came to the sit-ups Geoff did them quite well, but couldn't seem to achieve the number required no-stop. Jamal couldn't seem to properly control his legs and he asked me to hold his feet in place.  I suggested that this sounded like cheating, but agreed to do so, on the understanding that we substantially increased the non-stop number required. He agreed and Geoff asked if he could also try it that way.  So, once again it was fun for me, as from where I knelt holding feet, I was able to look straight up legs and shorts at cute little packages moving about in undies.

 

It all felt so sexy and I would have found it just so easy to fall forward and bury my face in both groins, particularly Jamal's who wore undies that were also quite loose, giving me enticing glimpses of their actual content. Of course, nothing like that was ever going to happen.

 

Finally Geoff achieved the requirement and I was able to sign all his exercises off as completed.  Jamal eventually succeeded as well, but by that time Martin had returned and we all stood at the kitchen servery together munching on hamburgers. The 2 boys then left.

 

"Pretty sexy little cuties, those two." Martin remarked as we moved into the Leaders Office and I sat at the high bench/desk to complete my own paperwork on the mornings Badge work. I thought his comment a bit odd, but didn't say anything.

 

Martin hovered, standing to the side of the bench watching as I worked and I suggested that he get a chair and sit, but he continued to stand leaning himself against the bench and he said that he was OK.  Once I had fully updated my records I moved them aside, laid down my pen and sat back a bit as we began to talk. We were soon reminiscing about the particular special highlights Martin recalled of his time in the Troop.

 

We were very comfortable together and as we talked I took the opportunity to observe the person before me and compare him with the super special Scout he had been. He had of course matured somewhat and although his good looks were still there, there were subtle changes I found hard to define. He and his clothes for example, including his jeans which hung low enough to display the top of his undies, were a little scruffy now, whereas the stylish boy I knew had always been immaculate. Further, he seemed a little quieter and more serious as though he had lost some of the exuberance I remembered so well. If anything he now seemed even sexier than he had always been to me. He was more muscular now although still lean and tallish. His straw blond hair was thicker and less tidy and his piercing blue eyes seemed more guarded.

 

Our small talk continued, but that's all it was and I began to feel that there might be something on Martins mind he wanted to say, that he was perhaps having difficulty raising.

 

As he continued to stand there he would shift his weight fairly regularly from one foot to the other and as a result change the position where he lent himself forward at groin level against the side of the desk.

 

At one stage I had stretched my arm out to the side and grasped the edge of the desk. I had actually done this in all innocence at first, but then Martin changed feet again and I realised just how close to him my hand was resting and I decided to leave it there just to see if anything might happen.

 

I had again expressed my disappointment that he had chosen not to do Venturers and I asked him why straight out.

 

"It's a little complicated to explain" he said, as he stepped back slightly from the desk, groped and adjusted himself briefly and settled back again, leaning himself even closer to my hand.

 

I had been feeling a genuine need for a while to relieve myself and it was becoming more urgent, but now I was reluctant just in case anything did happen at the edge of the desk where I was holding it and Martin was leaning so closely. I decided however that I just had to go, so I moved and stood up.

 

"Even if it's complicated" I said, "I would really like to know. But, I need to use the bathroom first. I'll only be a sec. So just hang on OK?"

 

I slipped out and into the male toilet and unzipped standing in front of the toilet bowl, intending to be quick about it so that I could get back to Martin. But I hadn't even taken myself out, when the door opened again and he was beside me at the toilet bowl, unzipping too

 

"You don't mind if I join you, do you? I need to go too" he said, allowing his jeans to fall to his ankles and slipping his undies down enough to fully free and extract all of his equipment, while lifting the front of his T Shirt

 

And we stood there side by side pissing together into the single toilet bowl and I just couldn't prevent myself from doing quite some staring and ogling, whilst we engaged in a childish swordfight game with our streams and giggled.

 

I had seen Martin naked on a few occasions as a Scout and as had been the case back then, I was again mesmerised by the way in which he seemed to be purposely displaying himself in front of me. It reminded me of his lack of apparent embarrassment whilst naked in front of me when we shared a tent once.  It had been the one and only time I had ever agreed to share a tent with a boy, either before or since and although nothing had actually happened, it was one of my most erotic memories, given the dreams I had experienced and because he had been just so gorgeous to share with.

 

He was quite a bit bigger now with a neat pubic bush and whilst he was by no means erect, it seemed to me that his penis was displaying some level of arousal.

 

He finished first and once his undies were back in place, he bent down for his jeans, but seemed to pause briefly with his face at the level of my still exposed cock, before drawing them up fully.

 

Having both washed our hands we returned to the Leaders Office and we each resumed our earlier position. This time however, Martin seemed to wait until I again positioned my hand conveniently before leaning forward right against it, substantially increasing the level of my inner excitement, whilst at the same time making my hand feel quite trapped.

 

"The thing is" he said, "I'm sure I'm Gay and at present it's making my life a misery. I really need someone to talk to about it and I think, at least I hope you're the right someone!!" and he humped himself a little against the back of my hand.

 

"Of everyone I've ever known" he continued, "You're the only person I felt I might be able to confide in. But, I was so nervous because I didn't know how you would react. I kinda thought you might be Gay too, but I had no way of being sure. I'm still not 100% sure, but today makes me feel a lot more confident.  Anyway, whether you are or not, I need you to tell me that you're prepared to give me a sympathetic ear and some advice. Will you please?" and he bit his lip little boy style, whilst again humping my hand a little before easing away just enough to permit me to take it away if I wanted.

 

Given the seriousness as far as he was concerned, of his situation and his plea for help, I chose to take my hand away and to sit back.

 

"OK" I said "your no longer one of my Scouts. Now, we're just friends and I'm happy to try and help, so let's talk seriously and I assure you that this will be strictly between you and me, for both our sakes...and that means, yes your right I'm Gay too, but that's a confidence I expect you to respect, just as I will anything you say to me. Are you happy with that?"

 

"O god, I certainly am" he said "You don't know how much better I feel already" and I was sure I could see him physically relax, losing some of his obvious tension.

 

It felt a bit odd sitting there with him standing looking down at me, so I suggested that we talk at my place where we could be more comfortable. He agreed and we set about closing up and locking the Scout Hall and we walked most of the few blocks to my place in companionable silence.

 

"Now that I know you're an old perv" he said as we approached my house, "I'm putting myself at your mercy by coming here with you alone, so you won't take advantage of me will you?"  But, his smirk and giggle made it clear that his comment was flippant.

 

"Definitely not" I responded grinning, "But it will be difficult. What would you do if I did?"

 

"Don't know" he replied, "Probably just let it happen and see how I felt afterwards".

 

We entered the house and I organised some soft drinks. Then we sat in separate comfortable chairs in the lounge room to talk.  I thought it best if we got straight into the issue so I got us started with a follow up to his flippant remark.

 

"You know" I said, "if there were ever just a few really sexy people in the whole world I seriously wanted to take advantage of, you'd definitely be one of them. But, even if you were willing to allow it, I would never do anything you were uncomfortable with or didn't want me to do".

 

"I'm just not at all sure how I feel about you now Dusty" he responded, "I first had an inkling that you might have some interest in me, on that weekend when we shared a tent and back then you were my absolute idol and I'm sure I would have let you take advantage and that I possibly might have really enjoyed it. But of course, nothing happened at all.   Now, I still see you as someone very special, but much more like a mature Father Figure, who I might add I would nearly always turn to before my own Dad for advice, and given your age, I'm just not sure I could still feel comfortable being intimate with you. Add to that" he continued, "The current sexual turmoil I'm feeling".

 

"So let's start with that" I suggested, "I can't promise that I will have any easy answers for you. In fact I probably won't.  But, just talking and getting it all off your chest can often be a big help. So talk, tell me everything you feel you can and we'll take it from there... And by the way, you can continue to call me Dusty, but now that our relationship has changed, you can call me Aaron if you prefer."

 

"OK" he said, "I'll think about that...meanwhile, I guess a good starting point is your original question about why I didn't go into Venturers. The problem I had was actually Joel. We were good mates at school and you will recall that we were friends at Scouts. But, it's amazing how quickly someone who used to be a nice kid can change. In my view, he's not nice at all anymore. It was at about the time we were due to go to Venturers, when we had a really big falling out at school and the mere fact that I still have to deal with him at school remains my biggest nightmare. Since he went into Venturers, I chose not to. It was as simple as that. However, my difficulties were really only just beginning back then".

 

"I didn't know you were even having problems with Joel" I said, "But we had problems with him as a Venturer and he didn't last that long. He left some time ago and no one was that upset when he did.  I agree with you too about the way he changed. He was never a great Scout, but he was never the problem he was becoming in the Troop before he moved on to Venturers, so it all fits. Joel was definitely not one of my great success stories and I was always a bit disappointed with myself, because I wasn't able to do a better job with him".

 

"As I see it" Martin said, "My biggest problem was being forced in the first place to go to that supposedly prestigious, `up itself' private school. Other than for Joel, I had no friends or even Scout friends there and it's the influence of the really bad element there that has turned Joel into what he has become.  I don't like it at all, but I don't think it would be really practical now to go elsewhere, even if Mum and Dad agreed, which they won't, because it's just too late, I've only got year 12 left to go, but a whole year is going to be hard to endure all the same".

 

"It must cost a fortune to put a kid through that school" I said, "Is it really that bad?"

 

"I suppose not" he said, "If you really want a top class education the School provides it for those prepared to work and I'm doing my best to take advantage of that. It's actually a lot of our  `seriously rich little darlings', big and small alike who are  `up themselves'  and totally obsessed with their own importance. Many of them put more work into bullying and other unsavoury pursuits than they do into, to use their terms, `shit like study' and Joel is right in with the worst of them".

 

"So if you have fallen out with him and you're not a part of his scene, why do you still need to have anything to do with him at school?" I asked.

 

"I try to avoid him" he said, "But like all bullies he pursues me relentlessly and we still have some classes together. I'm sure he would still pursue me even if we didn't, he really seems to enjoy it".

 

"OK, it sounds like bullying is a central issue" I said, "Do you want to start getting into some detail?"

 

"I guess so" he said, "but I get a bit emotional, so bear with me and try not to despise my stupidity too much" and he was off, telling me the nitty gritty.

 

As I listened to Martin talk the complexities of his situation became clearer and I could see why he had major problems.

 

As I suspected, the basic reason for his initial falling out with Joel was his attempt to see if Joel would respond favourably to his veiled sexual advances. Joel was definitely not inclined that way. In fact if anything, he was quite homophobic and Martin was strongly rebuffed. What then started simply as the occasional inappropriate use of names like poofter, faggett and queer when they were together, extended quickly to their use in very derogatory terms in front of others and by others.

 

Then the threats of complete `Outing' began. The whole school would soon know, as would all the teachers.

 

Then one afternoon as he was leaving school, he found himself isolated and cornered by a group of boys led by Joel and he was roughed up.  This happened several times and on each occasion, the beatings he took got worse. He had tried to devise new ways of avoiding such confrontations, but with little success.

 

On about the fourth such occasion, he had managed once his tormenters had gone, to get up and sit on a bench, when he was joined by another boy who seemed to be about his own age. He didn't know this boy and anticipating more trouble, he was very wary.  However, the boy who introduced himself as Adam, said he was new to the school and seemed to be quite sympathetic. He had apparently observed the whole incident from a distance and explained that his change of school had resulted from similar problems with bullying.

 

Martin and Adam became casual friends and with Adam as an ally, the physical abuse stopped. However, simply by supporting Martin, Adam was quickly tarred with the same `Fag Boy' brush.

 

To Martin, Adam was a sexy and good looking boy, even if a bit skinny. He had reddish hair, green eyes, some freckles and a killer smile.

 

But, when included with Martin in the harassment, Adam was stoic. He denied nothing and he stuck up for and stood with Martin against all odds, yet it was clear that the bullying still worried him a great deal. 

 

Martin, who had assumed that `similar problems with bullying' at his prior school probably meant that Adam was Gay too, was confused because bullying wasn't necessarily just about homosexuality. Yet, as supportive and as nice as Adam was, he did nothing at all to give Martin confirmation that he was actually Gay and although their friendship was increasing all the time and they seemed to be getting closer and closer, he had no way of knowing if his growing feelings for Adam would be reciprocated.

 

Meanwhile Joel's threats to `Out' the both of them and really make their lives a misery, which until then had just been talk, would now only be put into effect, if Martin failed to do certain things.

 

Initially these things were easier to just do than fight against, comprising as they did, things like minor errands for Joel or completing homework for him. However, these demands gradually increased.  Further, currently Joel was doing and dealing drugs at school, as were some of his friends and he was making an effort to draw both boys into doing things for him like distribute, etc. So far they had managed to resist.

 

Martin had come to a halt and whilst it was clear that he was extremely troubled by all this, it was also clear that getting it all off his chest had definitely helped.

 

However, I had lots of questions and they were largely questions I thought that Martin should be asking himself. His responses seemed open and honest and I felt that we were making some progress, even though I felt sure that in the final analysis, only he could fully resolve things himself.

 

It was hard to believe that his friendship with Adam had developed entirely within the confines of the school and that even there, they had never discussed the difficulties they were having in any meaningful depth. But, Martin said that few opportunities had arisen and even when they had, although he had tried to raise the issues and draw him out, Adam was reluctant to talk about it.  Further, `Sleepovers" and the like were really for younger kids. At 16 nearly 17 he struggled to know how to entice Adam into a relationship outside of school. In fact he didn't even know where he lived.

 

I picked up too, on his several references to his parents; `Forcing' him to attend the school, his view that they wouldn't agree to a change even if one was on the cards, and also his preference for me as against his Dad when it came to advice. I expressed the view that he had always seemed to me to relate well to his parents. He agreed, at least superficially that was the case, because in many ways they were very liberal in their views. But, despite that, he felt that on some issues their ideas were very fixed and there was no discussion to be had. His schooling was one such area.

 

When it came to the issue of  `Coming Out' fully, I wondered if to do so would be any more fraught with grief, than the suffering he was and had been enduring, suggesting as I understood it, that as opposed to when I was young, lots more young people were now doing it and coping without major or significant adverse consequences. His response was to the effect that it was certainly worth more serious consideration than he had ever given it, but that there were problems. In particular the fact that his school was Private and Catholic meant that to come out was still a major problem for any boy there.  Further, at a student level, homophobia was rampant. Joel's attitude was bad, but not much worse than many others.

 

Finally as regards Joel, I wondered since until now, he had never done what he was always threatening to, if he might not just back off and go to water if Martin especially with Adams support, stood up to him and did some threatening of his own as regards the exposure of his involvement with drugs.  Martin was clearly worried about being labelled a `Dobber' as well as a Fag, but agreed that ultimately he saw little alternative than to at least try to stand up to him, even if it meant another beating.  I assured Martin that in the final analysis, I too saw little alternative than a final confrontation. Of course, no one could predict the outcome and it might include a further beating, but perhaps not. A lot would depend on how strong their resistance was. Further, when it came to the evil that was drugs, I felt sure that like me, the School authorities would see an `Informant' as a hero rather than just a dobber.

 

It was about 8.30pm by the time we had finished talking and although to some degree I had given Martin very few other options, he had himself proposed a 3 point plan:-

 

First:  Given their generally liberal attitudes, to consider Coming Out to his Parents first. Something he described as a big and very scary move, but one he had decided he wanted to do.

Second:  To force the issue if possible with Adam, as regards a relationship outside of school and to see where that took them, if anywhere. We had discussed quite a few options for achieving that and for drawing Adam out. We agreed that some in depth discussion with him on all the issues, so as to better understand his views, would be vital.

Third and finally:  To carefully plan and actually have that big final confrontation with Joel.

 

Although I didn't say so to Martin, I was really pleased with how the whole talkfest had gone, particularly as it was clear that his whole attitude to life had, at least for the moment improved vastly, bearing in mind that he still had all the really hard bits ahead of him.

 

In View of the time, where the heck had the day gone?, I suggested that he stay for a meal, which I would begin to prepare and that I had a spare room if he wanted to stay the night, but I made it clear that there was no pressure in that regard. That decision was entirely his and my offer if accepted, had absolutely no sexual overtone.

 

He said he would need to ring his Mum anyway just to let her know he was OK and where he was, so I indicated the phone and left him to it, while I set to work in the kitchen. Given his early serious remarks about me and my age and the fact that although it was quite a long walk, he lived within walking distance, I didn't expect him to stay the night.

 

In fact, he said he would and that he had cleared it with his Mum, which surprised me.  Then, while having the meal together that I had prepared, he surprised me even further.

 

"At the time" he said, "I really wanted my first ever sexual experience to be with Joel. But, since it didn't happen then, it still hasn't happened, so even now my sexual experience is absolutely zilch and I get the definite impression that Adam might be in exactly the same boat.  I said to you that I was sure that I was Gay, but that is based entirely on nothing more than my own feelings and using my own hand for relief. I don't feel that I can be totally sure without some kind of experience, so um... provided that you're gentle, because I will be extremely nervous, errr ...perhaps we could sleep together. What do you think?

 

I had to think very carefully about that before I responded.

 

"By your age now" I said, "If you still have any feelings of attraction to boys at all and you still have no interest whatsoever in girls, I think we can safely agree that you're definitely Gay. So, you can stay here tonight and know that you're safe with me, nothing sexual such as you're suggesting needs to happen at all. But if and only if, what you suggest is what you really do want, it can happen and for me as well, it will be one of the greatest nights of my life and I will probably be every bit as nervous and excited as you".

 

"Wow" he said and then he added, "After today, I feel so relaxed and comfortable with you again that I wish I hadn't said what I did at the start about your age, because I now definitely want us to do it together".

 

Martin had stated that he was free in the morning and had no reason to need to rise or leave early, so we could sleep in a bit if we wanted.

 

Given this, once we cleared away and cleaned up after our meal, I indicated my brand new Video Cassette Recorder and my huge library of 5 VHS movie cassettes, suggesting we watch something before bed. He selected `The Goonies' a new Spielberg movie about kids which was stupid, but a light and fun adventure story we both really enjoyed.

 

Then our own adventure together began. My priority was to ensure that it was a good experience for Martin and I thought that the best way to do that was to enjoy it myself.  I gave Martin a new toothbrush and a towel and having each done our teeth and had a piss, we stripped right off and stepped into the shower together, 2 solid erections leading the way. We spent some time helping each other to get thoroughly clean, with special attention paid to cocks, balls and bum cracks. Before our final rinse off, we got into some serious mutual masturbation, but it didn't last long because we were both just too excited. I exploded first, splattering Martins chest and his climax followed instantly.

 

"If that's any example of what's to come" Martin said as we towelled off, again helping each other to get dry, "I'm shaking in anticipation already".

 

"It was just a simple warm-up" I said, "but we had better take care not to get too excited, too often and too quickly. We have the whole night and should take our time and enjoy it".

 

As we finished I took Martins towel and hung both of them on the racks. Then turning back to him I leaned in, put an arm around his waist, drew him to me and kissed him using a little tongue. He was a little stunned at first, but responded positively and we were soon kissing with some passion. As we separated, I turned him towards the door, retaining my hold around his waist, as we walked naked, side by side through into my bedroom, where he added his arm to my waist and we stood together at the end of the bed. Then suddenly I threw myself forward, taking Martin with me so that we landed together, still side by side, faced down on the bed, giggling madly and I again turned my face to his and stopped the giggling by reconnecting our lips.

 

As we continued to kiss, I allowed the hand which had been around his waist to slip down and explore the backs of his upper legs and then up onto the 2 globes of his lovely smooth bum and my fingers began an exploration of the valley where I eventually found and rubbed up and down his anal opening.               

 

Martin groaned at my daring touch and breaking our kiss he gently rolled over onto his back, stretching his legs and straightening out and pointing his toes.  Now I was holding a rock hard throbbing penis!  He squirmed and moaned at my gentle caresses. Then, he looked at me with eyes full of real lust and desire.

 

"Let's really get into this and do more" he said, his voice dripping with sexual desire.

 

Squeezing his hardness slightly, I again lowered my face to his and embraced him in a deep and sensual kiss.  This time our tongues did more than just play. They began to seriously wrestle and duel for domination as our breathing became frantic and strained.  Now, Martin shifted, rising slightly to wrap both arms around me. "Wow!" he breathed and we rolled back and forth for several minutes, first with me on top, then him, then me.

 

I could feel his hardness on my groin as I permitted him to wrestle me to the bottom.  He pushed my arms over my head and sat right on my upper

thighs, leaning over me, hovering.  Our dicks were touching, and I could feel his warmth, feel his balls nestled just below my shaft.  He looked me full in the face for a few moments, then lowered himself again down, down, down to my lips. The slow, deliberate path he chose was so sensual.  As his luscious candy red lips again touched mine, I licked excitedly at them and flipped him over yet again. He stared up into my eyes and groaned and I could feel our dicks slide into a groove beside one another. Very slowly I began to gently rock my pelvis into his, humping in time with the strong beat of both our hearts.

 

Again we rolled and I quickly pulled him into a tight body hug.  My hands roaming over his muscled back, down to those soft mounds which I grasped, pulling his hips even tighter to me as we humped more urgently. I could feel the familiar tingling beginning to build in my loins and I didn't want it to end so soon so I had to continue, but slow down gently.

 

He whimpered and I raised myself a little, then gently reached between us for his prick and felt it throbbing and pulsing.  I could tell he wasn't going to last long unless I was very careful, but I still needed more, lots more and right away just as he obviously did, so I broke lip contact and lowered myself away from his upper body, descending slowly, applying gentle kisses as I travelled toward the throbbing goal which I still held in my hand.  His body was a dream, so toned, so tanned, so perfect.  I could smell the desire oozing from him.  He writhed around under my lips and tongue as I progressed ever so slowly downward.  His innie belly button was really sexy.

 

His hands reached for my hair and I could feel him urging me even further down to his eager dick.  He wasn't forcing me, more like just guiding me.  Sensing his need, I brought his dick to my lips and began bathing his mushroom head with my tongue.  He surged upward at the touch of my lips and his dick slipped entirely into my warm mouth.  "Ohhh God!" he exclaimed and his hands frantically pulled at my hair. I began to suck and he started to hump immediately. We got into a rhythm, but it obviously wouldn't last. He gasped loudly and his body tensed up going completely rigid.  I thought he would last just a bit longer, but he started bucking and his body pulsed as he was wracked with a convulsive orgasm.

 

My mouth stayed glued to his dick and I kept on bobbing up and down as I swallowed repeatedly, taking his entire load while swirling my tongue all around the shaft, and concentrating on the sensitive head until he was finally spent.  His body heaved with ragged breaths as he tried to calm himself down and a sheen of perspiration covered his torso.

 

I felt just about as exhausted as him but realised that I had not actually climaxed. Still I fell to the bed beside him like a stone and we grinned at each other and I watched him for a really long time as he recovered, his dick still occasionally jerking and throbbing.  Then suddenly it was clear that he had dozed off. A little disappointed given the night still ahead, I pulled the sheet up over us and my last conscious thought as I dosed too was about just how gorgeous he really was.

 

We spent quite some time the following morning lazing in my bed just talking, mainly about sex. He had realised that I didn't get the chance to climax the night before and was a bit embarrassed.  Just to make up for it we enjoyed a fabulous 69 together, both exploding simultaneously. That was another real turn on. 

 

He was so excited and pleased with what he had learnt and with the fact in particular that he now had some real experience to take away, that before we got up I talked to him in some detail about fucking.  I explained the care needed on both sides for the other person, the use of lube and of condoms, etc.  He was on for doing it there and then with me, but I suggested that it was something special to be shared on the first occasion with someone like his friend Adam, should he turn out to be that way inclined and Martin understood immediately.

 

That was the only time Martin and I had sex and he never spent another night with me.  However, he regularly came to me for advice for some time and we have remained good friends ever since.

 

As planned Martin came out to his parents and was pleased to report to me that it went OK and that he was still able to maintain a reasonably good relationship with them.

 

He eventually got his friend Adam to do some of the  "Duke of Edinburgh Award Program"  with him and they ended up doing quite a bit of camping together. It turned out that Adam was that way inclined and he and Martins relationship became intimate and very close indeed.

 

They eventually resolved their problems with Joel to the extent that he left them alone and they were able to stay away from him, but achieving that involved quite some heartache, although thankfully, no further beating up. As it turned out they didn't have to "Dob him in" over the drugs issue, but Joel's homophobic attitudes didn't ever change.